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La Natura

Природа

La tranquillità di un piccolo lago.
È colmo d’acqua come una coppa.
Il Bambù è molto simile a una capanna,
gli alberi più sopra - un mare di tetti.

Tuttavia le rocce sono acute, inclinate come pagode,
si alzano fra i fiori.
L’eterna natura impara sempre da noi,
ciò mi dà gioia.

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